[On a whim, I hired a male masseur.]

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On a whim, I hired a male massage therapist. I

once saw a post on a forum where someone mentioned a full-body oil massage, saying they felt so good they almost had an orgasm.

I found it hard to believe, because I've had full-body oil massages

before although you need to be completely naked, the therapist doesn't touch sensitive areas like the nipples or genitals.

It's comfortable, but generally doesn't provide any sexual pleasure. So I contacted the massage therapist on the blog and made an appointment.

Following his directions, I found the place: an ordinary apartment. The massage therapist warmly

invited me to the massage room (one of the rooms in the apartment). The room had a TV, a bed, and the size was acceptable.

The massage therapist asked, "Would you like a full-body massage with oil?" I said yes, and he closed the door and had me

sit on the edge of the bed. He was about 25 or 26 years old, around 183 cm tall, with a good build, fair skin, and quite handsome

—my type. He had a professional smile on his face.

I suddenly felt a little embarrassed, because I had, after all, come with the intention of seeking "special services."

But this discomfort lasted only a second, because I told myself, "I'm a customer; what customer is afraid of a service worker?"

At that moment, the masseur smiled and said, "Let me help you change." I stood up, and he unbuttoned my shirt and

quickly took it off (including my bra). I felt awkward having him help me take off my pants, so I took off my trousers myself,

leaving my underwear on.

By then, he had already arranged the pillows and laid out a bath towel, and had me put on a disposable massage suit and lie face down on

the bed . After I was settled, he said, "Let me help you take off your underwear," and then pulled

it down from behind. This was clearly to avoid the embarrassment of the customer having to remove this last piece of clothing. Then she asked me how the air conditioning was,

adjusted it, and asked if I wanted to watch TV or listen to music. I chose soft music, and she dimmed the lights before

starting the service. Initially, she seemed very professional.

She started by massaging from my shoulders down my back with both hands. She then carefully asked if my hands were cold, and whether the pressure was too strong. I've had this kind of

regular massage many times, so I'm quite used to it. It usually starts with the back and waist, then the buttocks, legs, and

feet, then the arms, and then the client turns over—it seems to follow this order everywhere. But with Aga

In, because I was now thinking about "touching," I had a more sensual idea in mind, so

every movement of his hands caressing my bare skin gave me a different feeling. I

found that when your mind is set on that direction, it really does feel different. Before he even touched any sensitive areas, it

seemed like he was already turning over. While he was doing this, I started chatting with him. Just casual conversation. He

spoke very nicely and very carefully. I asked him if he had many female clients, and he said not many. I asked if he only offered services

to , and he said yes, they only catered to women. After chatting for a while, we ran out of things to say and just remained silent. His

massage was indeed very comfortable; I felt myself getting slightly wet, probably because I was anticipating it. When

he told me to turn over, my heart raced because I knew he was going to massage my breasts. My

face flushed slightly, but thankfully the lighting wasn't too bright, so he probably wouldn't notice. I immediately

closed my . He covered my genitals with a towel and walked over to my head…

Sure enough, he asked, "Is there anything you don't want me to massage?" Out of

curiosity asked, "What about other customers?" He said, "Oh, some customers don't want their nipples massaged; those are reserved for the gentlemen

." We both laughed. That laughter washed away all the embarrassment. I asked, "What

about most ?" He said, "It doesn't matter, I massage everywhere, it's quite comfortable." I said, "I

don't mind either." Perhaps it was the passion of facing a stranger of the opposite sex, but the moment his hands slid over my nipples, I

trembled slightly and made a soft "ss" sound. The feeling of his skillful hands massaging my nipples was amazing! I believe many

women experience some kind of sexual pleasure at this time, and might feel embarrassed, so he confidently

said, "Feels good, right? Lots of people come here, it's very effective. People are so tired from work these days, come relax after work

..." I now believe what the blog says because I noticed he observes me. He noticed I really enjoyed

his breast massage, so he repeatedly massaged my breasts. After a while, he used a very comfortable movement:

starting from my armpits, he stroked my breasts and nipples with both hands, pushing down along my ribs, all the way to

the side , then flipped back... Then he did it in the opposite direction: starting from my neck, he pushed down, past my breasts and abdomen,

until he touched my pubic hair, then pulled back from the side. Every time he pushed towards my lower body, I

felt very excited, my body seemed to be anticipating him to continue downwards... I didn't say anything this time because I was a little

embarrassed to answer. I felt that this time he pushed a little further towards my genitals, as if he was seducing me.

Then he did something I never expected: he placed his hands on my breasts and started rapidly rubbing

my nipples with his fingers! It was a very stimulating action. He said, "Feels good, doesn't it?" My expression at that moment must have been very

strange.

I bit my lip and said, "Mmm."As he continued to caress my nipples, I closed my eyes and simply

moaned, because I couldn't control myself. Massaging my nipples was really stimulating; I felt like my brain was working. He continued to

gently massage my breasts with the palms of his hands in a circular motion.

I once read a short story about a female customer who developed some

unspoken feelings for the male masseur during a massage. That's just the novelist's romantic imagination. In reality, our

relationship was purely financial; I paid, and he provided the service. I think many women would lose interest at this point,

because the intimacy they seek isn't just physical but also emotional. Personally, I've always enjoyed massages

because I feel that whether it's going for a beauty treatment or a doctor's visit, it's for the sake of health, so of course, you should try to relax; otherwise, it's just paying money to suffer. Some men and women ask, if you have physical needs, why not go to a man? I think the reason is the same as with masturbation: many men and women masturbate either because their sexual partner isn't available in bed, or because the orgasm from masturbation and the orgasm from sex are not interchangeable; each has

its own merits . 　　Although I have my husband by my side in daily life, he can't give me the same delicate, gentle caresses that professional male massage therapists do, making my whole body relax with every touch. Psychologically, my husband is the active one, the one who takes the initiative.

The masseur was someone I paid to massage me; he was there to serve me. So, the male masseur gave me a massage that

my husband couldn't match.

He didn't continue, but went out. He came back half a minute later with a hot towel,

gently wiping away the oil from my body, and then had me turn over and lie face down. I wanted to ask why, but I was too embarrassed, guessing it

was just part of the service. I later realized I was right. To ensure repeat customers, they massage for a sufficient

amount of time , making the customer feel it's worthwhile. He started with my back, but this time it felt different. His touch was

like a lover's, gently caressing and stroking my back and waist… His hands seemed to have more than twenty

fingers , as if many fingers covered every nerve ending… He kept touching me,

making soft moaning sounds: "Ah…oh…". I quickly became aroused, feeling even wetter down there

, and my genitals unconsciously rubbed against the towel beneath me.

Then I heard him take off his shoes, kneel behind me, and massage my buttocks and waist. Both of these areas are

erogenous zones for women, and of course he wouldn't miss them. His massage felt so good that I instinctively

arched my back. But he didn't immediately stimulate my core. He knelt forward, bent down, and started with

his hands, moving them from my buttocks, down my waist and back, then sliding to my sides, reaching forward to touch my breasts! I

couldn't control myself; when he touched my nipples, I made "oh oh" sounds and inhaled deeply. He

responded a few moans as he continued to rub my nipples. I felt the nerves in my nipples were directly connected to my brain, the stimulation sending

waves of sensation through me, as if my whole body was relaxing, and my lower body was secreting fluids. I unconsciously raised my upper body

so he could grasp my breasts, while my body involuntarily and helplessly twisted, continuing to moan "mmm." He

probably thought my moans were too loud, so he got up, turned up the music, and returned to the original position. Because his

caresses of my breasts felt so good, my sensations were focused on my breasts and lower body, and I became less sensitive to my lower back. So

, although he was making large circular motions (from my buttocks, waist, back to my breasts, then back down over my abdomen), he

mainly focused on my breasts. I must have been quite out of control at that moment: I was moaning with my buttocks raised. He then sat up and

gently pressed my lower back. I understood and leaned down. He put some oil on his hands and sprinkled it

between my buttocks. Oh my god, I knew he was probably going to massage my anus, but then I thought, that's unlikely, right? Before I

could think any further, his fingers were already there. He was very skilled: he used both hands to alternately stroke my buttocks, and every time

he passed my anus, I would get excited. With each alternating stroke, the excitement would be like a throbbing.

He then spoke: "Feels good, doesn't it?" I didn't speak, just made a soft sound. He then placed his fingers

on my anus, massaging the perianal area, rotating, and gently wriggling, while his other hand pressed on my buttocks, making me feel so good!

She must have known the customer was really enjoying himself, so his professional moans grew louder. At that moment, I

started feel something for him, and blushing, I said, "You're only using your hands? Can you use your body to massage me?" He

answered expertly, "You mean with your body? Hmm, I'm fine with that, but you'll have to give me extra xx yuan.

This kind of work is physically demanding." I thought, since we've already done it, and it feels so good, I might as well take it. So

I agreed.

He pressed down on me from behind, his arms in front of my head…

I immediately felt his penis rubbing against my back, tickling me. His professional moans intensified; I don't

know how much of it was genuine, but he must have felt good too. He pressed down further,

massaging me with his body, asking, "If you're pressing too hard, just say so."I said it was okay, it was fine. His back massage

felt better than his hands because the contact area was larger, and it was his sensitive area, giving a more intimate, skin-to-skin feel. He massaged my back with

his body , then gradually moved downwards, turning my buttocks... I felt a little embarrassed at this point,

after all, it was contact between a man and a woman's genitals, but he probably didn't care and continued, teasing me with his penis

between ... I was on the verge of orgasm, and I became bolder, so I simply said, "

Could you massage my buttocks again with your hands?" I made this request because his anal massage felt so good earlier, I felt like

I was about to orgasm. He said yes, and massaged my anus like before. I felt "that" coming soon

, so I said, "Keep doing this, don't stop." He said, "Okay, I won't stop," and he even increased the volume of his moans. I had never orgasmed from anal massage before, and of course, no one had ever caressed my buttocks for so long

before touching my genitals, but this time I really did. 　　My lower body was pressed tightly against the towel. When he pressed his fingers against my buttocks, I felt my clitoris throbbing —I had an orgasm! Afraid of making too much noise, I bit my lip to suppress my moans. After that, panting, I reached down and touched myself: the towel around my vagina and below was completely soaked! 　　"Sister, do you want to rest for a bit?" I said yes, and got up. Seeing that I was completely naked, and he was also naked, he first lifted a corner of the towel to wipe the water from my lower body. I felt embarrassed, but seeing his focused expression, I relaxed. Then he gently pulled off the wet towel and placed a clean one on top. I put on my shirt and got out of bed. (He left for a minute, and I sat naked on the bed, watching the light shine on my oil-stained breasts, making them glisten. I laughed to myself, thinking, "I never thought I could play like this. I've had orgasms that are usually hard to achieve, and this pretty boy made it so easy for me several times." Thinking about this sent a tingling, electric sensation through my body.) 　　He brought me a glass of warm water. "Let's talk," I said, taking the initiative. 　　Me: "Have other people done this to me?" 　　Him: "Rarely." 　　Him: "You seem to be enjoying it." Me: "Of course, it's been a long time since I felt this good." He: "Are you married? 　　" I thought for a moment and said, "Yes, I'm married, and I feel good with my husband." Him: "Your husband doesn't do this to you?" Me: "My husband does too, but not as well as you." He smiled smugly. 　　Him: "Do you want more?" Me: "What?" He said, " 　　There's something even more comfortable." 　　I laughed and said, "I don't want to leave yet." He said, "Okay, I haven't finished the whole thing yet, I didn't expect you to go first..." We rested for a while, listened to some music...

He sat down next to me and started with a gentle, stroking massage. It wasn't really

a massage , more like teasing. He moved from my shoulders to my buttocks, and I quickly became aroused. I asked him if he had done this for *Sister*.

He said yes, *Sister* was a regular here. I said I was *Sister*'s friend, and he said he would take good

care of *Sister*'s friend.

As he spoke, he massaged down below, already teasing my buttocks with his fingers, all the way to my genitals.

He seemed very skilled. Then he straddled me, his hands moving from my shoulders, gliding over my back and

waist, before massaging my buttocks with a bit more force.

I heard him pull down his only pair of underwear behind me, bend over, grab my arms, and massage me with

his body . His chest was thick and strong, it felt very good. He even let out a professional moan. I

deliberately asked him, "Are you comfortable?" He said, "Of course I am, it's comfortable with *Sister*." I thought it

was a bit suggestive, but he didn't seem to be faking it. He massaged my buttocks with his penis,

then, still straddling me, he made me roll over. After I rolled over, he massaged my breasts with his chest. As Sister *

said, he supported his body by pressing my arms with both hands and rubbing his chest against my body. I felt

wonderful, especially when he rubbed his tongue against my nipples. Then, he got off the bed and massaged my

upper body .

He must have been very experienced, knowing what women liked; his massages of my shoulders, chest, and breasts were all spot-on.

For example, when massaging my breasts, he would grasp them with his palms, squeeze them a few times, then massage in circles,

and then stimulate my nipples in various ways to see my reaction. If I liked something from him, he would continue to do

it that way. By the time he did this, my lower body was already soaking wet, my body started to tremble, and my moans grew louder. I couldn't help but touch his naked body. He seemed to enjoy it, closing his eyes and moaning "Oh, oh"

as I touched his penis .

But I could tell he was actually really comfortable too. I asked him

how many members would let him do special things, and he said quite a few, almost a third.

Some people never do it and don't even know others do.

As he massaged me, he noticed my nipples were very sensitive, so he suddenly leaned down to lick and suck one of my nipples while

playing . This was different from just touching me with his hand, and I was immediately aroused! I started to lose control! I liked it,

so I kept licking, switching from one side to the other. I hugged him and touched him all over. His back was very soft and smooth

(I mean, even without oil, it should be like that), and it felt very comfortable to touch. His chest was also very firm. At this point

, I got even wilder and started touching his genitals, his buttocks, and even his groin. He didn't flinch,

and in fact, when I was feeling very comfortable myself, I couldn't possibly be bothered to touch him carefully. Before we "finished

," he subtly asked me, "Want to go in?" I've seen many fantasies written by men online

about how women use fingers or dildos during masturbation, but from what I understand,

it's actually rare. Perhaps because I'm not psychologically ready for penetration by men other than my husband, I reserved that for him.

I shook my head, and he didn't penetrate.

Maybe because he noticed my nipples were sensitive, he left his left hand on my chest and massaged my genitals.

His right hand first massaged my entire genitals with the palm, then his index and middle fingers massaged my clitoris, while his ring and little fingers

teased the vaginal opening. When I was almost at my climax, he had me rest my head on his left arm, essentially embracing me

, and then he lowered his head to suck on my nipple while simultaneously increasing the speed of his clitoral stimulation. I was holding him during my climax.

This tight embrace during orgasm felt like sex again, and the orgasm was even more solid.

I could feel my genitals trembling violently, like they were "colliding"!

After my climax, I held him tightly, refusing to let go. He whispered in my ear, "You're completely soaked, my

hands are wet." I said, "It feels so... good." After I sat up, he used a towel to wipe away the oil.

Looking at his body, I had a mischievous thought and said, "I want some too," and went to suck his nipple and penis. He

didn't resist, letting me lick it, and continued his professional moaning...

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